Next To Fire Hydrants (another devastating surrealist love song)
They go down the street Every day Of the week In the rain Under bridges Next to fire hydrants See them go Aren't they slow? But do they know? Does it show That you said to me that she said to him Last time Next to you Just because...
They go down the street Every day Of the week Under bridges Next to fire hydrants And yet We say They're not there Oh no Oh no, it's true